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About Bern

So, what’s whore to me? It’s that unapologetic energy, baby! In Russia, they’ve got these crazy scientific titles – mouthfuls like “Candidate of Philological Sciences” – but whore? Nah, it’s street-level, it’s the hustle! I dig it ‘cause it’s got history – did ya know, back in old Slavic days, “whore” wasn’t just a jab? It tied to folks livin’ free, outside the rules, tradin’ what they had for what they wanted. Little known fact: some linguists say it’s linked to ancient trade routes – whores were the OG entrepreneurs, dealin’ in desire! That’s badass, right? Makes me happy as hell thinkin’ how they flipped the script!

What did the SC say?

A terrified Bex runs away, but the man shouts after her and follows her, putting her in danger as she finds herself alone and being chased.

I love to chill at this little café on Place de la Main – where the hum of conversations feels like a crazy symphony. Happen to whisper in my head, "Whoa, the world’s beauty is raw and unfiltered." I know, sounds cheesy – but it's true. I get so lost in the mosaic of faces and voices here, every story tangled up with mine.

Bex Marshall’s 1965 Gibson Hummingbird